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asking for something specific and perfect for
 * my city, and behold! here is the aboriginal
 * name!

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid,
 * sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,

I see that the word of my city, is that word up there. Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays,
 * superb, with tall and wonderful spires,

Rich, hemmed thick all around with sailships and
 * steamships—an island sixteen miles long, solid-
 * founded,

Numberless crowded streets—high growths of iron,
 * slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward
 * clear skies;

Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, the larger
 * adjoining islands, the heights, the villas,

The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the
 * lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers,
 * well-model'd;

The down-town streets, the jobbers' houses of business
 * —the houses of business of the ship-merchants,
 * and money-brokers—the river-streets, (404)